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Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Francis Annagu
Olajide Vincent Ajise
Lyn Lifshin
Akor Emmanuel
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Paul B. Roth
Fahredin Shehu
Laszlo Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Irsa Ruci
Elisavietta Ritchie
Alex Ferde
Richard Gartee
Robert Nisbet
Alan Britt
Changming Yuan
Nahshon Cook
Peycho Kanev
Jennifer Burd
Fred Wolven
Karyn M. Bruce
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Francis Ferde
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A RAIN-POTION
A moth on the windowpane, the moth
also made of silence, synthetic
and paradigmatic. A tiny drop of rain on the
wings.
Horizontal wings at rest… Phenomenologically
little space between the moth & my gaze;
feathery antennae; silence; a portion of a
curtain
which is also a portion of truth. And then the
moth starts
its nocturnal activity. In fact, when its wings
flutter, the moth will show you a world devoid
of
silence. While gazing at the wings, routine is
cast
aside. The tiny drop of rain still on the wings:
something
serving as a catalyst for action. Fragments of
reality are no
longer in limbo. Now, fluttering in the air, the
moth
is out on a limb. Right now, I can imagine
mouths speaking.
Ali Znaidi, Redeyef, Tunisia